The Team, down to one team member now, reported amazing successes at my mom’s house. He sent some pictures that are helpful to highlight the Team’s efforts and what was.
My dad tried to lend order to his stuff and built shelving in every direction the floor was not already consumed by my mom’s acquisitions.
The openings afford realtors, inspectors, prospective buyers room to see the condition of the poor home. The home requires a lot of work. It is an excellent area, but alas, the market and neglect are flashing $$$ signs now. We meet with a realtor tomorrow morning to formulate a plan to sell and settle the massive debts. Great work Team!!!
I visited my aunt this afternoon. There are assorted ways to look at this. I could attempt, I say attempt, to be clinical and take in the mental twists and turns of dementia. Or, I could be overwhelmed by the sadness of it all. I am somewhere at any given moment between those two shoulders of the road. I stare straight ahead and think about dignity, respect and somewhere, somehow spirits are watching me. I know, I know. But, this is a test in life. I know not if that little girl knows in some far corner of her mind if I am there, respectful or attentive. I believe, I want to believe, she does.
Today, a neighbor of my aunt’s, her gardner of sorts, brought some flowers and was visiting when I arrived. In the midst of the visit, the gardner mentions a neighbor lady’s estate sale. He had told my aunt about a month ago of the lady’s passing. Of course, she had forgotten. Aware that my aunt couldn’t grasp the need for an estate sale for the neighbor lady, the gardner decided to clarify that the neighbor lady had died. A lightning bolt hit my aunt’s chest. She clutched her chest as if hearing for the first time that her dear friend had died. Her response, clarified for me, that I was not going to further clear up where my aunt’s husband was, nor her three dead sisters.